The Forgotten Royal 30 Ch. 30

Returning back to Russia, but in a different city, I look around. Toward my left side, there was a university. Students were just leaving their cla.s.ses to have lunch. There was already a good amount of them outside. But one of them caught my most interest.

It was a young male about a good six years older than me. He had dark brown hair, two piercings on his right ear, two scars across his right eye, and another scar down his left eye and cheek. His left eye was a light pinkish peach color while his other eye was very light purple color. A strong sense of grim reaper came from him.

Just as I took a step forward, I suddenly stop on my tracks. If I go to him, I can find my real father... and get the answers I want. But..... it can end wrong.

Should I really do this?

Should I really risk my life for these answers that I can possibly get from my family?

From my mother???

If I turn back now... I can start a new, calm life with my boyfriend. We can get our relations.h.i.+p on higher levels, possibly get married, maybe have a child and I can finally go back home with my family.

The family that raised me from birth.....

Feeling overwhelmed, I back up until I feel a tree against my back. Sliding down to the ground, I wraps my arms around my legs, keeping them close to my chest. Closing my eyes, I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. This is just too much for me.

'What should I do?....'

'I don't know what to do!...'

Slowly, all my hopes to finding what I wanted started to disappear. As I finally felt empty from the inside, I burst into tears. All I wanted right now was to be in his embrace... His warm and pure loving embrace.

A lot of thoughts start to roam my mind. A while back.... I questioned my sister about her getting married and having kids...

I just realized... that after that accident.... I lost most of my memories. Right now, it finally came back to me. Of course she got married, I was there. And yes she had twins... I met them when Sasuko and the infants were able to come back home.

Those that got me from the hospital.... are close friends of mine... They just seemed to be going through a lot.

Just as I was about to sigh deeply, I hear a young male's voice speak up.

"Are you alright miss?"

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'Is.... it him?...'